My Saddened Sky Poem by Susan Lacovara

In the late hours of lonely
My midnight walk under the moon, almost full
I am half empty...

I remind myself the simple task
Of looking up

Just above the naked tree limbs
Hovering atop my neighbor's roof
The stars...
Positioned noticeably lower
As if daring my hand to reach for them
Old friends failing to desert me

The dreamy clouds tinted blue gray
Whisper my name in shared sorrow
They float away from the moon
As if to say it is not gone
They beg I look again...
As if they, too, were invested in our love

Nothing, but I, stirs on the street
Under the loss of love lamplight
What echoes in the quiet
The solitary sound of my own footsteps
Wandering where once you were

The Little Dipper tries scooping my sadness
Into a ladled place of poured out emotion
The North Star begs forgiveness
Thinking she steered me astray
Cassiopeia simply cries stardust tears
That before were diamonds